Return of the Pic Spam IV: Grand Canyon
Oct. 4th, 2011 10:47 amAnd thus we come to the last of my American photo extravaganzas: the Grand Canyon. I think what struck me most about this one was that you really felt the weight of millennia; the impossible age of everything around you, which is not a sensation many things in the US give me.
Well, that, and a lot of warning signs that tell you not to try to hike to the river and back in one day (we didn't). Also a lot of Japanese photographers. And memories of one of my favourite Highlander stories, written by![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
katallison. But yes, millennia first and foremost. And a Ted Hughes poem about visiting the Grand Canyon with pregnant Sylvia near the end of their time in the US:
...A quarry from which the sculpture
of something
had been hacked, then left there
Too big to move.
America's big red mamma!
Now letting the sun, with changing colours,
Caress her, as she lay open.
We drifted our gaze through - like a feather
Lost in the afterglow of her sensations.
( Paum! )
Well, that, and a lot of warning signs that tell you not to try to hike to the river and back in one day (we didn't). Also a lot of Japanese photographers. And memories of one of my favourite Highlander stories, written by
katallison. But yes, millennia first and foremost. And a Ted Hughes poem about visiting the Grand Canyon with pregnant Sylvia near the end of their time in the US:...A quarry from which the sculpture
of something
had been hacked, then left there
Too big to move.
America's big red mamma!
Now letting the sun, with changing colours,
Caress her, as she lay open.
We drifted our gaze through - like a feather
Lost in the afterglow of her sensations.
( Paum! )
